Entry made last night about Thursday night's dreams...
So I’m on a N/S street, in Phoenix, in the afternoon (sun’s 2 ½ feet up) waiting for a bus.
There’s a semi in the way of my line of vision to see whether or not the bus is coming, but I wait.
In here was a bit about me running out into the middle of traffic to _______ I don’t know what, but then the yellow truck honked at me and I ran back and everything was fine.
Actually, I think it was a really small tractor, but whatever.
Anyway, I’m standing in front of a restaurant with an awning that runs all the way to the sidewalk, and there’s some bushes just to the south of the awning running along the sidewalk. I think it was one of the little ‘Streets of New York’s you see around.
The semi drives past and I see what looks like the city bus, but when I get on and put my money in the slot, April’s driving, and the body of the bus is much bigger inside than the outside would indicate… sort of like what you’d think a single-wide trailer would look like on the inside. The first section past the driver’s seat was a full sized air mattress on either side, and past that was the bathroom, then the ‘living room’ where there were sofas and a coffee table and whatnot… and people.
Someone else took over driving and April and I went and sat on the driver’s side air mattress where two small children were sleeping. The other air mattress held two men, one of whom resembled a seedy-looking actor whose name I don’t know. Kind of reminded me of Danny DeVito’s character in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”, Martini, except this guy’s taller.
While A. and I are talking, the man on the aisle side of the mattress starts petting me. I turn to him and tell him that the next time he touches me he’s going to go through the rest of his life without his hands. He looks afraid and stops.
April and I go back to talking but he starts again, and I round on him, ready to attack. His bed partner wakes up enough to apologize for him and put his arm around him and talk him into ‘laying down and resting instead of bothering the girl.’
He does, and then April and I are talking about something less than positive, like I don’t understand her point that she’s trying to make, but she’s not making sense and I’m the only one who sees it.
So she suggests that if we’re going to talk we should go in the back room where people are awake, so we pass through the little hallway and into the backroom, but one of the girls that’s in there accidentally bounces off the couch when I sit down and gets butt hurt and storms off out the back door, which, as it opens, shows me that the bus has stopped and it backed up to what looks like a nice picnic-ey area where the sun is shining (and it’s morning, now) and everyone’s outside fixing’ to wash up or BBQ or some such. We follow out there, April disappears, and I’m left standing there looking around at all the people, most of which are vaguely familiar from the fringes of groups of people I used to hang out with.
The end.
It’s odd that I’ve been having such strange and vivid dreams lately. I’ll have to go back through my journal entries and find out if there’s some sort of pattern to this weird-dream-having cycle I keep going through.
Another one...
So I’m good at loss-prevention… like catching people stealing stuff from stores and whatnot. Great. So Gail is a manager person at Petco, and she hires me back (at my old store, which is my old store except not) and I go in there and am walking through in the morning waiting for her to get done doing whatever she’s doing so we can get started on paperwork or whatever, but then she lets me know that she needs me to go ahead and be on the register because the register person called out. I said that was fine, but she’d have to give me a quick refresher course, because I’d forgotten most of what I’d known, and she said that was fine. In the interim, I was walking through aisle after aisle of the store looking at all the staff that was walking around looking at me like I wasn’t supposed to be there, like they knew I was rehired when I shouldn’t have been, and I managed to wander into the back room (which was exponentially bigger than in reality) and then found Gail walking towards the front of the store and I followed her to the registers (except they weren’t there) and that was the end.
I don’t know why I didn’t’ think of this sooner. I can make all the journal entries I want, save them to disk, and upload them to LJ in the morning.
I think I shall have to make more of those cutie little icons…
I cleaned my room today. Ok, well like 85% of it. I didn’t touch the closet or the dresser. Those and the bathroom are set for tomorrow. Maybe. I did some good rearranging as well and that worked out nicely. I still have too much stuff.
I just had the strangest urge to watch MASH…. Probably because I typed the word “still” and that made me think of the still in the Swamp and the boys drinking their rotgut homebrew ~shudder~ and so yeah, if I had that on tape I’d totally watch it right now.
Played Diablo II for a little while today. Got my assassin up to 20th level and am about to attack the arcane sanctuary and the Summoner ~funtduntDUNNNNN~ and I absolutely LOVE that firetrap. Kills germs on contact, it does.
Talked to Karl tonight for a while. I told him what’s been going on and he suggested (nay, rather, proclaimed) that the universe is ‘clearing my plate’ and that something ‘big’ is going to happen ‘soon’. While I don’t argue with the proclamation, because it’s rather logical if you think about it, I would prefer it if it would just drop me a tiny little hint, because I do not take well to surprises. I’ve had QUITE enough upheavals for one lifetime, thanks ever so.
Evidently we’re up to 68%.
That’s progress. :)
(don’t you just love those inside jokes that no one except those involved can quite comprehend? :P )
I quiver to think what will happen when the two of us are actually in the same room together for the first time. Everybody better hold on to their knickers, methinks.
Something about Karl makes me want to steal knickers.